She searches his face for any sign that it meant what she'd heard at the time; that he'd wanted her power. That he'd wanted to make her into weapon the way Snoke had done to him. That she was valuable for what she could do rather than what they could've been together.
You need a teacher, he'd said, and all she saw was someone who wanted to bend her into the only shape he knew, and she looked at herself and knew deep down what she'd be capable of if her darkness were fed.
Her lower lip trembles. She's so tired.
"I was afraid."
The confession startles her a bit even as she speaks it.
"Not of you. Of me. I was afraid of what I might be, of what I'd turn into."
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She searches his face for any sign that it meant what she'd heard at the time; that he'd wanted her power. That he'd wanted to make her into weapon the way Snoke had done to him. That she was valuable for what she could do rather than what they could've been together.
You need a teacher, he'd said, and all she saw was someone who wanted to bend her into the only shape he knew, and she looked at herself and knew deep down what she'd be capable of if her darkness were fed.
Her lower lip trembles. She's so tired.
"I was afraid."
The confession startles her a bit even as she speaks it.
"Not of you. Of me. I was afraid of what I might be, of what I'd turn into."